sleep thief

Joon Woo spluttered in confusion. “There’s a drakon roaming the grounds and you think we’re going to just take strolls every night? Not to mention the barrier. It was down for a while. I wouldn’t be surprised if some monsters got a whiff of demigod during that time and decided to scout the place.” Joon Woo said all this like it was matter-of-fact, but he’d only fueled the anxiety he felt and from how Isang had been behaving all night, he probably felt the same about this entire situation. Still…

“Hey,” he smiled, trying to put on an air of confidence, “we’re gonna be fine, Isang. Even if something did come at us—and I’m not saying it will—with my powers—I mean if you ignore the whole ‘unskilled’ aspect—and your brains, I think we’d get by just fine. You’re a great leader! You help out way more than you know. Like now–your presence is more than enough help–to me at least.”

Running away with his thoughts and feelings, Joon Woo realized he’d been saying quite a lot—and it was embarrassing. He could feel his cheeks redden and the air turn even more humid. The fog increased with it. Wow these powers were a pain. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

The child of Hypnos stared at his companion, tiny wheels and cogs of his mind grinding painfully in order to process Joon Woo’s words into a more accurate picture of their grim reality. The school officials had ordered student volunteers to notify them immediately if they happened to stumble upon anything that shouldn’t be there; dangerous or not. Isang had been terrified to volunteer, of course, but he’d looked at the situation from a completely logical and rational standpoint. Just go to the place, tell an ‘adult’ if you see the bad thing.

What sort of dream was he actually living in?

A chill gripped him at the base of his spine and spread throughout his body until he could no longer feel his fingertips or nose. Cold sweat beaded his forehead and his already moonkissed complexion sank to an unnatural hue. Joon Woo’s sudden about-face in attitude did nothing to reassure Isang, especially not when he’d now been officially labeled as the ‘leader’ of their duo.

As this freshly instilled dread began to subside, Isang sighed heavily, annoyance inching itself into his eyebrow, which rendered a couple sharp twitches. It seemed Joon Woo had managed to dampen his own outlook too, or at least, the atmosphere, because it was growing increasingly foggy in their vicinity. His apology, although appreciated, was not enough to compensate for their worsening conditions.

@eubyeol​

Isang groaned as he forced his eyes open. It was as if he could immediately feel, in the depths of his bones, how far between dusk and dawn he’d awoken. Despite the difficulty in opening eyes that always looked and felt a bit tired, he felt completely and uncharacteristically awake. He spared a glance to the nearest clock, unconsciously rolling his eyes when he verified the time. “Two o’clock...perfect,” he rasped as he eased himself up from his impossibly comfortable bed and swung his legs over the side.

Walking around campus in the darkest part of night is certainly not encouraged, but Isang was certain he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep any time soon. If he wanted to even think about sleeping again, he needed a bit of fresh night air and to stretch his perpetually sore legs. Halfway through his campus lap, he found himself gazing upwards. Not to the sky, for clarity or other reasons, but to the dorm rooms of his fellow classmates. He couldn’t help being curious about sleep. Not so much who was sleeping, but who wasn’t...and why.

Passing the next courtyard, Isang was all to unsurprised to see one window in particular alight. He sighed, steps faltering and then halting altogether. ‘Leave him be...if his face lands in the mac-n-cheese tomorrow in the cafeteria it’s his own fault,’ he warned himself. But that didn’t stop his feet from taking him to the door of the Athenian dorm. After visiting on many nights past curfew...for the same reason he was now, he knew exactly how to sneak in and made his way to the room of one of the handful of people he considered his friend.

His knuckles rapping against the door nearly sounded like canonfire in the silent hallway but he held his ground, waiting patiently to hear movement inside. When he was pretty sure he’d heard footsteps shuffling hesitantly to the door, he tapped again, this time quieter. “Byeolie...” he grumbled. They both knew why he was here.

Please excuse my lame Metallica reference. I’m already regretting typing it but I can’t seem to erase it either...Anyway! Thanks for the warm welcome! I’m Moony and this is my guy Isang who is generally just having a hard time at all times. (Mostly self-induced TBH) He comes off as very cold and withdrawn but I promise he’s a little s o f t i e underneath the squinting and scowling.

He has basic stats, a bio, and I’m currently working on plots but please HMU here or on discord if you have one you think would work for him or want to brainstorm something up!

Here’s a brief rundown on Isang: